Quinta-feira, 19 de Novembro de 2009

Weird Machine

Big man, pig man, ha ha, charade you are
You well heeled big wheel, ha ha, charade you are
And when your hand is on your heart
You're nearly a good laugh
Almost a joker
With your head down in the pig bin
Saying "keep on digging"
Pig stain on your fat chin
What do you hope to find?
When you're down in the pig mine
You're nearly a laugh
You're nearly a laugh
But you're really a cry.
Bus stop rat bag, ha ha, charade you are
You fucked up old hag, ha ha, charade you are
You radiate cold shafts of broken glass
You're nearly a good laugh
Almost worth a quick grin
You like the feel of steel
You're hot stuff with a hat pin
And good fun with a hand gun
You're nearly a laugh
You're nearly a laugh
But you're really a cry.
Hey you Whitehouse, ha ha, charade you are
You house proud town mouse, ha ha, charade you are
You're trying to keep our feelings off the street
You're nearly a real treat
All tight lips and cold feet
And do you feel abused?
.....!.....!.....!.....!
You gotta stem the evil tide
And keep it all on the inside
Mary you're nearly a treat
Mary you're nearly a treat
But you're really a cry.

 

(isto de postar grandes temas no trabalho faz com que não saiba se esta versão é boa)


Quarta-feira, 27 de Maio de 2009

Porcos (3 diferentes)

Porque há muito tempo que não a ouvia.

Porque continua a ser uma das músicas que mais me arrepia.

Porque o poema não é mau.

Porque adoro este disco (e sim, diz-se "disco"!).

Porque nunca os Pink Floyd foram tão bons como aqui.

Porque tenho um fraquinho por temas épicos, logo, grandes.

Porque o gajo canta mal. Porque soa tão bem.

Porque ainda não tirei os discos dos caixotes e tenho saudades de o pôr a rodar.

Porque vou para a cama e tenho que levar alguma coisa a tocar dentro da cabeça.

(e são duas, porque para mim são 2 que não consigo ouvir separadas)

 

 

You know that I care what happens to you,
And I know that you care for me.
So I don't feel alone,
Or the weight of the stone,
Now that I've found somewhere safe
To bury my bone.
And any fool knows a dog needs a home,
A shelter from pigs on the wing.

 

 

Big man, pig man, ha ha charade you are.
You well heeled big wheel, ha ha charade you are.
And when your hand is on your heart,
You're nearly a good laugh,Almost a joker,
With your head down in the pig bin,
Saying "Keep on digging."
Pig stain on your fat chin.
What do you hope to find.
When you're down in the pig mine.
You're nearly a laugh,
You're nearly a laugh
But you're really a cry.

Bus stop rat bag, ha ha charade you are.
You fucked up old hag, ha ha charade you are.
You radiate cold shafts of broken glass.
You're nearly a good laugh,
Almost worth a quick grin.
You like the feel of steel,
You're hot stuff with a hatpin,
And good fun with a hand gun.
You're nearly a laugh,
You're nearly a laugh
But you're really a cry.

Hey you, Whitehouse,
Ha ha charade you are.
You house proud town mouse,
Ha ha charade you are
You're trying to keep our feelings off the street.
You're nearly a real treat,
All tight lips and cold feet
And do you feel abused?

You gotta stem the evil tide,
And keep it all on the inside.
Mary you're nearly a treat,
Mary you're nearly a treat
But you're really a cry.

 

 


Quinta-feira, 29 de Janeiro de 2009

Fearless

You say the hills too steep to climb
Climbing.
You say youd like to see me try
Climbing.

You pick the place and Ill choose the time
And Ill climb
The hill in my own way.
Just wait a while for the right day.
And as I rise above the tree-line and the clouds
I look down, hearing the sound of the things youve said today.

Fearlessly the idiot faced the crowd
Smiling.
Merciless the magistrate turns round
Frowning.

And whos the fool who wears the crown?
No doubt,
In your own way
And every day is the right day
And as you rise above the fear-lines in his brow
You look down, hear the sound of the faces in the crowd.
Oiço: "Fearless" - Pink Floyd

Segunda-feira, 19 de Janeiro de 2009

In it for the Money

Come in here, dear boy, have a cigar. You're gonna go far,
fly high, you're never gonna die, you're gonna make it if you try;
they're gonna love you.
Well I've always had a deep respect, and I mean that most sincerely.
The band is just fantastic, that is really what I think.
Oh by the way, which one's Pink?
And did we tell you the name of the game, boy,
we call it Riding the Gravy Train.

 

 

We're just knocked out

we heard about the sell out.
You gotta get an album out, y

ou owe it to the people.
We're so happy we can hardly count.
Everybody else is just green, have you seen the chart?
It's a helluva start, it could be made into a monster
if we all pull together as a team.
And did we tell you the name of the game, boy,
we call it Riding the Gravy Train.

Oiço: "Have a Cigar" - pink Floyd

Quarta-feira, 17 de Setembro de 2008

Respeito

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uLJ_QVfT_wM

 

"Originally, Wright would start the song by playing his grand piano through a Leslie speaker, then switch to the Hammond organ just before the first verse, switch again to the Farfisa organ for the re-entry after the 'seagull' middle section, back to the Hammond again for the last verse, and finally to piano for the outro. This required Roger Waters to provide the piano 'pings' at their re-entry after the middle section.

The Farfisa was later dropped from the band's live keyboard setup and all its parts were played on the Hammond instead. The 1987 performances had synthesizers replacing the Farfisa. Unlike Pompeii, regular live performances played the song as a whole - the bridge between "Part 1" and "Part 2" was simply done by Waters stopping the bass riff of the jam section in the former and starting to play the wind sounds of the latter. The rest of the band would just play quieter and quieter until silent. "

 

Editada originalmente em 1971, Echoes é um dos melhores exemplos da importância que Rick Wright tinha nas criações dos Pink Floyd. Dois dias depois da sua morte, ficam o vídeo e a letra deste tema, bem como o mais profundo respeito por um dos músicos mais influentes da sua geração.

 

Overhead the albatross hangs motionless upon the air
And deep beneath the rolling waves
In labyrinths of coral caves
The echo of a distant time
Comes willowing across the sand
And everything is green and submarine.

And no-one called us to the land
And no-one knows the wheres or whys
But something stirs and something tries
And starts to climb towards the light

Strangers passing in the street
By chance two separate glances meet
And I am you and what I see is me
And do I take you by the hand
And lead you through the land
And help me understand the best I can

And no-one calls us to move on
And no-one forces down our eyes
And no-one speaks and no-one tries
And no-one flies around the sun

Cloudless everyday you fall upon my waking eyes
inciting and inviting me to rise
And through the window in the wall
Come streaming in on sunlight wings
A million bright ambassadors of morning

And no-one sings me lullabies
And no-one makes me close my eyes
And so I throw the windows wide
And call to you across the sky

 

(Pedimos desculpa por não postar o vídeo, mas o Sapo não deixa. Mas vale a pena carregar no link e ouvir bem alto...)

 

 

Oiço: "Echoes" - Pink Floyd

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